Evie can't even summon the ability or energy to rise from the substrate, keeled over with her laughter as the sound of deep, ricocheting sneezes keeps her earthbound with her shaking laughter. Honestly she hadn't expected it to work, but she has definitely focused on creativity after the frustrating Academy training. When she removed her blindfold her blue eyes are wet and bright with mirth, still soaked and now coated in mud from the snow and muck beneath.
"Trying to rely more on creativity than brute strength," she concedes, too well bred to outright thank him or swoon despite the way she undoubtedly lights up at his praise. It still means so much to her after all. Wandering closer, her face draws to a more inquisitive expression. "Deimos, that last bit of magic you used...what was it? It's very similar to something that was used on me once, but I don't think either of us knew what caused it at the time." Is Dante perhaps Abandoned too then?
"Trying to rely more on creativity than brute strength," she concedes, too well bred to outright thank him or swoon despite the way she undoubtedly lights up at his praise. It still means so much to her after all. Wandering closer, her face draws to a more inquisitive expression. "Deimos, that last bit of magic you used...what was it? It's very similar to something that was used on me once, but I don't think either of us knew what caused it at the time." Is Dante perhaps Abandoned too then?
a golden cage, for all it's worth
is still just a cage
is still just a cage
